A Day in the Life of a 112 Head Sculpt It was a regular Tuesday, the kind that makes you question the universe’s taste in wallpaper, when I found myself eye to eye with a 1:12 head sculpt. Not something I’d usually admit in public, but here we are. You ever felt like a tiny head was staring right back into your soul with a judgmental yet deeply understanding gaze? I hadn't, until now. Picture this: a head sporting the most eccentric expression, a cocktail of mischief and wisdom, like it knows you’ve been skipping leg day. These tiny marvels aren't just mini replicas; they’re more like the uncanny embodiment of your silent, brooding alter ego. They see your quirks, accept your flaws, and silently high-five your inner weird. In the realm of collectibles, these little heads add a dash of personality as if they’ve just stepped off an indie film set. They’ve got that certain je ne sais quoi—French for “I don’t quite know what they’re doing on my desk, but I’m glad they’re here.” Each sculpt, with its unique facial contours and expressive detail, whispers a different story. Maybe this one's a retired skateboarder contemplating the meaning of...